It's
all the same.Yet
everything has changed so drastically.And
still, the need remains so unrelieved.She
named me her executor.The
henchman of a life thatshe
believed would never end.The
power of attorneys was extinct.Winds
blowing cold where August heatonce
lent the summer's ending moist.She
never gave me any choice at all.Her
want, her will. She led, and so I followed.Even
as her mind was withering.I
felt it then, her great insanity.Clinging
to the standards of a pasttoo
quickly dying. Denying that shemight
be dying too. 'Twas then her anger,stemming
from the world-at-large,grew
greater than a love to carry through.I
tried so hard then, to appease her.But
all I did could never please her.She
died alone, to spite me, so it seems.Just
as she'd lived so long beyondthe
borders all the doctors gave.The
storm was long. I rode it out.She
died, then long-lost relativeswere
shouting in my ear.Quite
suddenly.As
if they'd ever really cared at all.Executor.To
execute the will she once exuded.Now
it's gone. Body shroudedby
a bond of thinking gone too wrong.Siblings
bowing out again.Betrayed
by every tone of sympathythat
just ignited yet another stormof
grief too deep inside of me.The
hunting season opened up.Authorities
agreed to supupon
the little that she left to us.It's
all the same.Yet
everything has changed so drastically.And
still, the need remains so unrelieved.Love,
oh love, the need of theeis
greater than the loss of allher
things...